Movement is not just a sport, but a way to feel life.

My beauty is not perfect, not in makeup, not in a dress or hairstyle. My beauty is in a glance that glows when I'm happy. In silence when I'm deep. In words when I am sincere. In the hands that hugging with love. In a heart that can wait, believe and give.

The family is the most valuable thing that can be in life. Not a career, not status, not things. And the warmth of native embrace. The silence of the evening where everyone is home. The eyes in which you see yourself.

It's not about butterflies that take off and disappear. Not about ideal postcards or words. It's about silence in which heat becomes. About the look in which you find a house. About Care Without Questions, Support Without Requirements.💥 When love is true, it does not require evidence. It just is. He lives in every movement, in every little thing. In the desire to keep. In the feeling that nearby is your own.

The first in a series of unsent letters. Raw, painful, honest — a woman finally allowing herself to speak what was left unsaid

Hello, dear friends!

Some say wine gets better with age… but I say men do too! 😄

Loneliness is not a weakness, but a source of strength. In the ability to be alone with oneself, awareness and inner peace are born.

Everyone knows the state when you don't want to do anything. But it is in such moments that our strength and purpose are tested.

How you start your day is how you live it. Morning habits affect productivity, mood and even self-esteem.

Scrolling through other people's "perfect lives" on social media causes anxiety and low self-esteem. But you have a choice to compare or be inspired.

Love is not about dissolving in another person. It is a dance of two free individuals who choose to be together because they feel good, and not because they can’t live without him/her.

Minimalism is not just an interior style. It is a way to live a clearer, freer and more conscious life.

Almost a confession

As long as I can remember, I have always dreamed of traveling. Not just trips, but real immersion - in culture, atmosphere, people. I don’t need to live in luxury hotels - I want to feel the streets, try food, watch sunsets in new places and feel how with each new city I become different.

Every year I am more and more convinced that food is not just a way to satisfy hunger, but a real language of love and care. When I cook, I put a piece of my soul into it. I am not a professional chef, but I have my own special style - everything should be delicious, with soul and a little magical.

Sometimes, simple things are enough for me to feel real happiness. Imagine an evening, a light rain or quiet snow outside the window, you turn on the soft light, pour yourself a cup of aromatic tea with lemon and honey, cover yourself with a blanket and pick up a book that you have long wanted to read. At such moments, I feel like the whole world slows down, worries disappear, and only I, warmth and silence remain.

About the desire to be tenderly loved, about deep conversations at night, about touches that heal.

An ironic-psychological post. It is possible with a slightly provocative tone and personal examples.

About what flirting really is. And does it necessarily lead to something serious?